Dementropy posted:

Quavers posted:

Spreadsheet of questions & responses

spreadsheet posted:

Leaks are bad. Stop it
ShapCap

TheAgent posted:

The funny thing is that the $9m or so made in November just got evaporated by this deal, basically.

Dementropy posted:

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I don't like this subreddit. They can either have people like me, or people like you - there's no room for the both of us. And the moderators of this subreddit have made it abundantly clear that they prefer trolls and liars like yourself.

colonelwest posted:

Procedural birds, Sataball and drink mixing are the holy trinity for me. I’m cashing in my mutual funds to buy JPEGs the second they make it to the PU.

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Convincing naysayers is the last thing we should care about. gently caress them, they wanna hate based on incomplete and obsolete knowledge? Go for it. Keeps them out of the game and out of the community.

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I would love for the game to become so good to the point that haters end up wanting to play it, and then are not allowed to.

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A Near Death Experience (NDE) caused me to spend over $31,000 on Star Citizen!

Clickbaiting aside … There’s been so many posts lately about the crowdfunding approach CIG is taking with SQ42/SC, both negative and positive. I think many people following this project … the true believers, the casual player, the mildly interested from afar, the gamers who think this level of crowdfunding is for the unintelligent, even to those who think this whole thing is a sham … might want a more well rounded perspective on all the different people who are making SQ42/SC possible and their motivations. Plus, writing things like this is therapeutic for managing the PTSD I suffer with after the accident.

Trust me … it’s not about pixel ships for everyone. Here’s my story.

My Backstory

I’ve been to CitizenCon so I know the people who are enthusiastic about our game and its development are truly diverse, young and old. Here’s a bit about me.

I’m a 45 year old male living in the heartland of the United States. I’m a multiple Emmy award winning Director and Cinematographer. I’ve worked on several feature films and episodic television, music videos, etc. But my core work (and income) comes from working in the advertising industry. My work has taken me all over the world, shooting in Iceland, Faeroe Islands, Thailand, New Zealand, etc etc. I own my own business and its the only job I’ve ever had (started when I was 21 years old). I absolutely love what I do.

I’m married with one daughter who’s 23 years old.
I make a very comfortable living. I can say money isn’t a stress point for us. That being said, I don’t have a private jet, houses all over the world, or a stable of Lamborghini’s.

I’ve been a gamer since I was 5 years old and gaming is my most passionate hobbies among many. My father owned a successful mainframe software business developing big data software for Fortune 500 companies. So, I’ve also been around software development pretty much my entire life.

The Accident that Brought Us Here

I was shooting a television/web campaign for a large national bank in remote Idaho (North America). We were capturing footage of adventurous people enjoying the outdoors. We were on day 2 of 10 and shooting on the Snake River which is fed from the Teton mountains and managed by reservoirs.
I wanted to capture a fly-fisherman on the Snake River by a waterfall. I had scouted the location a month prior and the producer and I both made notes where we would shoot from and where we could enter and exit the river bank.

Unfortunately, reservoirs had been raised just days before our shoot day and now on location the topology of the river had changed drastically. The bank from which we were to shoot was now under water and access to the river was limited. We noticed a small patch of land in the middle of the river that might work for a place to shoot our shots.
We had already traveled quite far to get our shots so we started forming a Plan B. We had a 5 man boat with us … kind of a canoe/flatbottom boat hybrid. One of the grips on set and the actor were outdoorsmen and they took the lead.

We scouted up river looking for a place to launch the boat. Visibility was limited due to trees and our cliff-side road. Eventually we spotted a nice 50-70 meter patch of calm water roughly 500 meters upstream from our shooting point.

So its myself, a British photographer, the grip, and the actor making the boat trip. We get ready and I had a heightened sense of anxiety. My camera kit is no joke. (RED Epic, Cooke Anamorphic 35mm lens, all kitted out … roughly 38 pounds). I’m getting a slew of instruction and direction about the boat ride that I barely acknowledge when my AC comes up to me just as we’re getting into the boat.

“I’m going to tie the camera to your life vest with paracord. If you lose grip that should keep it from going overboard.” he says.

https://imgur.com/0TJoCMr
(Moments before we jump in the boat. Me on left. The photographer, Simon, on right)

Myself and the photographer are told to stay in the middle, keep as low a center of gravity as possible, and make no sudden movements. The guys on the ends of the boat will do all the paddling and steering.
I take my spot 3rd from the front with the photographer in front of me and the grip at the bow. Sitting on my calves, camera on my shoulder and off we push.

As we hit the water there’s a rocking back and forth as everyone is getting their balance then its smooth sailing.

About 50 meters in we make a right turn onto a section of river we couldn’t see from the cliff-side road … poo poo … Rapids.

Something I’ll never forget until I die is the slow turn and look on the grips face as he looked back at us. “It’s going to be fine. STAY LOW and paddle like a motherfucker!”

As we hit the swift water we take on quite a bit of water into the boat. My initial reaction was shock at how cold the water feels .. It is snow melt after all. We take on enough water to cover my thighs.
We make it through the rough patch but we’re in bad shape. The guys are still paddling with insane urgency and we’re headed to the patch of land we need to shoot from. Only thing between us and the land is very swift current we need to cross perpendicularly.

As soon as we hit this current the boat rocks one direction then the next taking on waves of water then disappears below me into darkness. I have a vivid memory of the photographers head going underwater and his hat coming off his head.
My first instinct is to swim to our spot and save the camera. I have it raised above my head and my feet aren’t touching. To make matters worse I’m submerged in ice cold water and my body is uncontrollably gasping. I can feel myself breathing water and coughing it back up.

Now, you hear stories about how time slows down in moments like this and let me tell you something … It's 100% true. The realization of what was happening came zooming at me like I was shot out of a cannon. I start to look around for something to grab … Nothing around and the 3 others on the boat with me had made their way to clutch precariously to the cliff face … holding onto roots and roughage.

There’s not many times … if ever … in your adult life you scream out for help. Real, high-pitched, screams. I’m a firm believer that once you’ve had to do this something changes chemically in your brain that alters it forever. So, here I am, camera over my head, trying to jump and bob off the bottom of the river screaming for my life. It’s not a good look.

“Drop the loving camera!!” I hear the voices say. “Drop it!”

No camera is worth this risk I remember thinking and I drop it. Then the conversation I breezed over with my AC came rushing back with vivid clarity as the camera now becomes a human anchor. Clutching frantically at the knot, then buckle of my vest all the while gasping for air. My bobs above surface further and further apart.

Now time REALLY slows down. I start to realize the chances of survival are diminishing. I come to almost embrace it. Asking myself questions like ‘Who will take care of my wife and daughter? Surely my dad will step in and help. Hrm, did I ever really show my wife where my insurance policy was? She’s going to have an awful time with my production insurance as well…’

Then the visuals … Projected in the water, random scenes from my life. Oh, this is the whole ‘life flashing before my eyes’, I thought. Really random, seemingly non-connected memories projected into that cold abyss.

Then … *THONK* Something strikes my shoulder. The boat. What happened next is a bit of a blur but the actor had made his way out into the water and pushed the boat far out enough for me to grab onto. Someone snaps me up by my hoodie and reality comes rushing back. All four of us are huddled on a cliff face … still in the water.

“AM I DEAD? I DIDN’T MAKE IT” I’m yelling into the photographers face. He’s telling me I’m fine but I’m shivering, gasping, coughing and all he can do is hold me … I’ll never ever forget it “You’re fine, You’re fine … we made it”

After a vigorous climb we make it back to our base camp where producers, clients and other crews eyes are as big as saucers. “We saw the boat go by 15 mins ago!!”

Then it happens .. the adrenaline dump. I’m screaming at everyone. I totally red-misted. My producer snatches me up and says “HEY HEY let's go for a walk bud … “.

I’m man enough to tell you that I cried like I’ve never cried in my life. Like, soul cleansing uncontrollable weeping. I’ll never forget it.

Okay great - What does this have to do with Star Citizen?

Anyone who’s had a Near Death Experience (NDE) experiences something different. For me it was a vivid realization of my mortality. It was all consuming. Then it became OCD with time management. I was having a hard time dealing with the fact that every day is another day I march toward the end.

Then it morphed into obsession with all the things I won't be able to experience in my lifetime. Almost depressingly neurotic. My father was an astronomy enthusiast and I spent many nights as a child looking at the stars, pouring over star charts, watching Cosmos, etc.

I was flip-flopping between being infuriated and depressed that I won't live long enough to experience true space travel.

Then, a friend mentions something called Star Citizen to me. I latch on like no tomorrow. I read every article, watch every video, start watching streams. This is what I need.

Citizens … I’m all in guys. I have to see this project through. It’s as close as I’m going to get. Star Citizen is my therapy.

My career keeps me very busy but when I have free time, I’m in the stars. I’m in a really buttoned-up Org (Shout out Synchronizers!) of like minded (kinda!) enthusiasts. It might be the closest thing I’ll experience to space travel.

For me and my sanity … it’s the best money I ever spent.

https://imgur.com/GW7Fxvx

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The whole year of 2019 I was lurking the Something Awful Star Citizen section to get news about refunds/delays/excuses and the mis-managment of Chris Roberts and Star Citizen but now as of 1/1/2020 the site has gone into paid only viewership and gone dark. I'm getting a message saying I have to either pay money OR I cant read/look at the Star Citizen thread anymore.

Any clue whats going on? edit: Looks like the entire website has gone pay only to view.

Kind of a scummy thing to do making people pay money to see a thread, almost reminds me of the crap Chris Roberts does with artificial scarcity on the ships "Sold out" and then making people pay for "Concierge access" to buy said ships.

If you're part of the SA Goons crew who also frequents here, make sure you send a PM to the admins and tell them a big F.U. Quit doing the same bull-poo poo that Chris and Sandi are guilty of.

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I'm a fan of Elite Dangerous and purchased Star Citizen because I thought it would be cool to be able to walk around and fly a space ship in the same game. Within an hour of starting, I ran into some bugs that made the game basically unplayable (unless any of you folk know what the issues might be).

To start off, I got in my ship and the cursor that shows which direction I'm rotating towards was gone. This made it very very difficult to fly the ship, since I was basically unable to point the ship in the direction I wanted. I figured a good ol' relog would fix the issue. Sadly, after logging back in and trying to retrieve my ship, I get an error. "Unable to retrieve vehicle, try again later." I tried retrieving it a few more times and a few more relogs, with no luck.

I did a bit of research and found the only ways to get around this are to either retrieve a different ship, or have someone fly you to a different port where you can claim the ship. Of course, I don't know anyone else who plays the game and no one in the chat was willing to help me at the time. I also do not have any backup ships.

So about an hour in and already super frustrated. Is this a common problem, or am I just really unlucky? Am I doing something wrong?

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What part of beta dont you understand?

Daztek posted:

Squadron 42 doesn't actually exist?

Bootcha posted:

In the meantime, here's something to read:

https://www.researchgate.net/publication/337275672_The_Star_Citizen_Phenomenon_the_Ultimate_Dream_Management_Technique_in_Crowdfunding

Roadmap update posted:

Notable Changes for January 10th, 2020

ARGO MOLE
The ARGO MOLE has been moved to released to reflect that it has, in fact, been released 

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